The seasons govern my love life like Earth’s poles point a compass. Fall is for falling in love. Maybe it’s the leaves or the breeze; long evenings with a beautiful girl. But winter comes and we break up after too many rainy days in a row. Spring I spend remembering what it’s like being single and having mad, out-of-my-league crushes, and during summer there are flings brief but beautiful as Saturn’s rings. And then fall, and the rest, again. Well, maybe that’s all about to change. It never rains in San Francisco in April, and it rained all morning today.
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Seasons
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once again you have a perfectly captured feeling in 100 words. it's funny because you'd expect the whole love/seasons thing to be cliche or overdone, but this one is still refreshing and that last line really did it for me. well done, sir.
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